Lion Head Mesa felidae

Semer-wati descended like black silk to the foothills of the mesa, parting the throng of red guardsmen and servants . He stood tall and silent beneath the illustrious proclamation of his titles, then stepped forward to greet his kingsguard and stare down a pointed nose at the hodgepodge assembly. There was a judicial gleam to the king’s desert-lit eyes, but his mouth curved nonetheless with a pleasant grin. His gaze flicked to address the man in front whose appearance deemed him a travelling vendor with limited wares.

“For what purpose have you come to Akashingo, merchant?”